Ah, suddenly there were two foreign guests.

George and Mrs. Wilson were both respectable people. Mrs. Wilson maintained her composure in front of others, letting the translator communicate with the police station officers.

The translator felt quite embarrassed.

Inside sat young Mrs. Wilson.

The Wilson family was incredibly wealthy – a level of wealth unimaginable to most Chinese citizens at the time. Many women would have been happy to marry George Wilson, wouldn’t they?

Only Ji Ya married him and didn’t treasure it – something the translator couldn’t comprehend.

Late at night, she went to the municipal government’s residential compound making a scene, demanding to see her ex-husband. The security guards had to drag her to the police station. The translator didn’t dare look George in the eye – even if her ex-husband wasn’t Mayor Tang, this American friend George had a metaphorical green light hovering above his head.

The green hat that Chinese men dreaded most!

What a mess this was.

Even if they needed to meet for their child’s sake, why choose the middle of the night, and why behind her current spouse’s back?

“…That’s the situation. The police station wants to send your wife to a mental hospital for treatment. They hope to get your consent and support. Fighting against illness is a long process, and without family understanding, the patient’s condition rarely improves significantly.”

Treating an illness was the right approach.

The translator thought this was a good solution.

As men, they needed to be understanding of each other. Saying Ji Ya did these things because of mental illness was better for George’s dignity than saying she couldn’t forget her ex-husband Mayor Tang and went to harass him at night.

“Oh, George, my child-“

Mrs. Wilson couldn’t bear to listen anymore, even though the translator had tried to soften the situation.

This mistaken marriage had no redeeming qualities. The bad omens at the wedding had predetermined this marriage would end in tragedy.

Enough was enough!

Before greater harm could occur.

They could protect against Ji Ya financially, but what about personal safety?

Mrs. Wilson was afraid – George and Ji Ya shared a bed at night. What if Ji Ya lost control and stabbed George?

Why would a normal person gamble their life with a madwoman? Ji Ya’s mental state was so unstable – the situation was even more serious than Mrs. Wilson had imagined!

“I want to talk to her. Tell the police I need to speak with her – she’s my wife!”

George insisted on seeing Ji Ya, alone.

How could the police agree? What if the madwoman hurt a foreign guest during an episode?

Secretary Lai smoothed things over at the right moment. “They can talk inside with the door open. We can handle any situation quickly if needed. By the way, has a female officer already searched her?”

“Yes, she’s been searched. No weapons!”

The female officer had even been cursed at by Ji Ya during the search.

Since George insisted and Secretary Lai helped mediate, they opened the door of Ji Ya’s temporary cell.

Ji Ya stood up: “George, why did you take so long to come? You don’t know how absurd these police officers are – they’re planning to send me to a mental hospital!”

She had stood in the rain for hours and violently struggled when Old Huang and others forcibly took her to the police station. Her clothes were dirty from falling, her makeup was smeared, and one heel of her high heels was broken… she looked utterly disheveled and pitiful.

George hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to embrace her.

“It’s just a clothing brand. Business has its ups and downs. Did you think I would make you repay my early investments? I don’t want to see you like this. Can’t you let this matter go? If you don’t want to stay in China, I can take you back to America. I’ll personally talk to your ex-husband. He’s remarried now – there’s no reason he wouldn’t let you leave!”

Ji Ya felt truly wronged!

She became emotional, “He won’t let me leave! He just wants to see me suffer. Didn’t you hear what they said? They want to send me to a mental hospital – that’s where they lock up crazy people. This is Tang Hong’en’s revenge against me!”

She struggled in George’s embrace, but George held her tight, not letting go no matter how much she fought until Ji Ya exhausted herself.

George sat her down in the chair and held her face in his hands:

“Listen to me. When the police station notified me, my mother was there too. She can’t understand your behavior tonight. I’m not giving you a choice – I’m telling you the last thing I can do for you!”

Ji Ya looked at George.

Only then did she notice the inescapable sadness in his eyes?

“What do you mean?”

“I mean going back to America. I’ll find you the best psychiatrist – I don’t trust the medical standards here in China. Leave China, and we can forget all the unpleasant things here and start over!”

What was controlling Ji Ya’s emotions?

In China, she was always surrounded by anger. George, being more optimistic by nature, couldn’t understand why Ji Ya harbored so much anger.

Wasn’t it better to live each day happily?

With his assets alone, while they might not live in extreme luxury, they would never have to worry about poverty.

He could ensure Ji Ya’s material life would be more comfortable than that of an American middle-class family!

“Let’s go back to America and start over. Leave this country you dislike. Back in America, you can still be a fashion designer and continue your studio. If you want to build a fashion brand, New York is at the forefront of fashion – it’s more suitable for your development.”

Not everyone present could understand George’s English.

The translator could.

The translator felt that the American he was serving was truly a gentleman. Instead of raising his fists to beat this woman or complaining about the trouble she caused and sending her straight to a mental hospital, he could make such a suggestion – he was practically a model husband.

Good men existed regardless of nationality.

Mrs. Wilson pressed her lips tightly together, wanting to rush in and interrupt George, to shout at him and make her son come to his senses.

The reality George still refused to face!

Had that woman inside cast some Eastern spell on George?

Xia Xiaolan, sitting in the car, leaned closer to Zhou Cheng and whispered:

“I no longer doubt George’s true love for Ji Ya.”

Even if Ji Ya was classified as an antagonist, why couldn’t antagonists have love? Though Ji Ya might be mentally ill, she had beauty and some talent – it wasn’t strange that a man would be madly in love with her.

Zhou Cheng shook his head, “Some people’s lives are too smooth – they get whatever they want. Things that others find precious might not be valuable to them.”

Just as Zhou Cheng finished speaking, the situation inside suddenly changed.

Ji Ya knocked away George’s hands, her face cold:

“You mean if I don’t slink back to America with you right now, our relationship is over too… George, are you asking for a divorce?”

Mrs. Wilson couldn’t hold back anymore.

“George has the right to divorce you! Your marriage was a mistake from the start. Let everything end, for God’s sake – I’ve had enough of all this!”